Ning Yi gently weighed the Snow Eagle King Flag in his hand.

Under the Bronze Stage, the expressions of several little khans were a little strange.

The little white wolf stood up first. He smiled and looked at the bronze platform, and connected with the White Wolf King's eyes. He immediately understood it. He saluted Ning Yi and said with a smile: "For two thousand years... countless people want to challenge the authority of Urle and become the second magistrate, but unfortunately they all failed."

He paused and said seriously: "I think there is no need for the competition... There is indeed no one here who is your opponent, and it is not a coincidence that he can get the recognition of the Snow Eagle King Flag."

Although the little Khan of the Eight Great Surnames was not very good-looking, they all agreed with Xiao Bailang's statement. The strongest one here is the three major surnames. Even Xiao Bailang admitted that he was not as good as "Ning Yi", so why should they show off their power... What's more, the one who appeared on stage before was defeated so miserably.

Xue Jin lay on the bronze platform, her consciousness was chaotic and her whole body was covered in blood.

They don't want to end like this.

So, clearing his throat, the little white wolf looked at the other young men beside him, and he said softly: "The skyyu on the grassland once said that he had won the recognition of the eight-sided king flag and the blessing of the River of Apocalypse... so he was qualified to become the second 'Maharaja' surrounded by thousands of beasts."

Ning Yi concentrated slightly.

After gathering all the eight king flags, I heard that they have the power to control all living things on the grassland.

In this area, being recognized by the eight-sided royal flag is basically equivalent to sweeping invincible.

The little white wolf raised his eyebrows and said, "But the king flag is not an ordinary person... Over the years, countless amazing geniuses have tried it, but they all failed. No one can do it except Urle."

He asked slowly under everyone's gaze.

"What if you fail?"

The three words "Urle" are of great significance to the grassland. Now Ning Yi appears with this title and has attracted everyone's attention at the bonfire dinner.

If he fails to prove himself, this is an intolerable deception...not only proves that he is a liar, but also shows that even those who had previously supported him were liars.

Tian Yu's heart skipped a beat.

As far as he knows, it takes a strong bloodline to gain recognition from a king flag... The bloodline power of the eight king flags is different, which leads to the current situation where the eight major surnames of the grassland are divided. Even if a certain grassland king has a strong cultivation level enough to suppress the other ones, he cannot control the king flag with different bloodlines.

This also leads to the "Grassland Maharaja". These two thousand years have been just an illusory legend.

Even the sensors of the two royal flags have not appeared.

Want to be recognized by the Eight King Flags at the same time?

It's simply... a foolish dream.

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The highest point of the bronze platform.

King Xuejiu watched the whole farce happen. The "successor" he admired quite a lot, ignored his orders and chose to go to the stage to duel with this "strange man".

Then, a crushing defeat.

Not just losing.

He also lost something as important as the "Snow Eagle King Flag" to that guy.

The King of Snow Eagle pressed his hands and fingers on the bronze table. His hair fell down, and the pale white frost in his eyes flowed through a golden meaning... At the same time, the golden feathers in his waist cushion trembled slightly, and then slowly lit up, like a bright light, flashing in the cramped and dark little cave sky, and the light around him condensed into a vortex.

The White Wolf King looked at the Xuesha beside him, and he narrowed his eyes slightly and realized something was wrong.

There seems to be something abnormal about the Snow Eagle King?

It's fleeting.

The White Wolf King carried one hand on his back and silently pinched his sleeves, smiling unabashedly. The other hand was still on the shoulder of the Snow Eagle King, and said, "Snow Evil... guess, can that young man who calls himself "Urle" make the second king flag sense?"

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Ning Yi held the Snow Eagle King Flag in his hand.

He looked at the little white wolf and smiled and said, "Do you think I can't do it?"

The little white wolf took out his king flag from his waist bag. The king flag was different from that in Ning Yi's hand. Although it was also white, it had a solemn and murderous look. The black tattooed wolf-shaped outline was hidden under the banner, and it was three points more majestic than the Snow Eagle King Flag.

The head of the eight major surnames on the grassland, the white wolf!

The White Wolf King Flag was floating in the air. The little white wolf did not deliberately control it with his mind, but let it sway in the wind, making noises and whistling. The king flag came to Ning Yi.

Ning Yi did not rush to reach out to hold him, but looked at the little khan under the bronze stage.

The little white wolf smiled and stretched out a hand, making a "please" gesture.

Ning Yi said lightly: "Then I'm not polite."

He closed his eyes, the qi and blood in his body were no longer suppressed, and the surging blood and energy exploded in the meridians, like a big river, grabbing the White Wolf King flag with one hand.

On the bronze platform.

The White Wolf King, who was waiting for Xuesha's reply, heard a hoarse voice.

"farce……"

The sound is very small, but the energy hidden in it is very strong.

The man in white robe pressed his hands on the bronze platform, his robe roared.

At this moment, a sharp golden glory appeared on those pale eyes.

Xuesha did not look up, and a layer of frosty white hair was constantly blown up and kept brushing on his cheeks.

He took a deep breath.

"farce!"

The second time this sound sounded, and the force was deeper, so that when Xuesha pressed his hands, the bronze platform made a crack, and instantly spread the cracks of two spider webs.

Ning Yi's pupils contracted under the bronze stage, and a violent sound of wind breaking came from his ears.

Ning Yi raised his head, his cheeks were rubbed by a wind blade, and a corner of his robe was torn and broken.

He instantly reacted and stretched out his hand at an extremely rapid speed, trying to grab the White Wolf King Flag floating in front of him. However, he reacted faster than him. The White Wolf King Flag roared and was thrown out by invisible air waves.

The little white wolf's expression changed and he also reacted. He pinched his hands with his hands, and used his mental consciousness to pull back the king flag, but he spewed out a mouthful of blood, his face pale, and he retreated dozens of steps backwards.

The strong wind in the sky was stirred up in the River of Apocalypse, not only the bronze platform, but also the banquets, wine glasses, and porcelain cups under the seat were all rolled upside down, and the sound of shattering came one after another.

The panicked crowd screamed at this moment. These wind blades were extremely sharp. Wherever they passed, a bunch of blood was brought out. Soon, the air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

The sky is full of wind.

The River of Apocalypse is like a tornado.

All the flames of this dinner were extinguished.

However, a bigger fire...was ignited.

In Xuesha's eyes.

The White Wolf King pressed one hand on the shoulder of the Snow Eagle King. The cloak behind him was blown up by the wind and threw it away high. He maintained this posture, pressing the hand on the Snow Eagle's shoulder, covering it with a layer of frost, and slowly condensed ice slag.

The other six grassland kings on the bronze platform stood up at this moment.

With the snow evil and the White Wolf King as the center, a huge frost-cold spider web spreading at the highest point of the bronze platform. The soles of each grassland king had such a layer of frost-cold, with a cold and coldness surrounding it.

In the strong wind, Xuesha slowly let go of his hands.

He turned slowly, looked at the grassland kings who were on par with him, murmured and finished what he had not finished.

"This is simply...a farce."

He stretched out a hand and pointed at Ning Yi in the distance, and smiled and said, "Don't you really think that he is Urle, do you?"

Xuesha looked in Ning Yi's direction.

He stared at the human being indifferently.

Then the name "Urle" was accurately pronounced.

"Ning Yi... the sinner of the Great Sui Dynasty fled south from the demon clan to this point, a wanderer who was so miserable that he had no home."

Ning Yi frowned. King Xuejiu knew his name? How did he know it?

He vaguely guessed something bad in his heart...

"Such a human being in a mess."

Xuesha looked at the White Wolf King with a smile, "You actually gave him the chance to touch the king's flag? If he really succeeded, then why did I work hard over the years?"

The White Wolf King narrowed his eyes, and he slowly grabbed his five fingers, and the frost and snow on his forearm continued to break and continued to grow.

The first king on the grassland just asked a little.

"Xuesha. Do you want to...rebel?"

The Snow Eagle King, who was leaning against the bronze platform, shook his head.

He raised his arms seriously and compassionately. The wind and snow in the world are stronger, the frost and colder are deeper, and countless wooden tables are raised up from the ground and rushed to the zenith.

"How can this be called 'rebellion'? I... want to give this grassland a better future."

The snow vulture king's eyes were filled with golden brilliance.
To be continued...